They Say Everyone Has a Twin Chapter 9 revised, a kim possible fanfic

The Trinity Sitch – Book 1: They Say Everyone Has a Twin

Chapter 9

Neil checked his harness one more time. Man, it's been a long time since I've done this! More than five years! He remembered sitting in the hospital room, passing the time reading the Global Justice action reports about the 'New Kid.' Just about the time he was able to get up and hobble around on crutches he knew it was time. The torch of 'Teen Hero' had been passed on. It would be many months before he could even attempt to go back to his training. By then the world would have passed him by. This newbie was starting to get some really good press, something he always eschewed. It took far too long for the cast to come off and even then he could stumble around only fitfully on a cane. Heavyset and strong started to turn just plain heavy and by the time he was able to put the cane away, at least for now, he had gone back to his older life, using his mechanical skills to first help out in a bike shop, then moving up to being the Store Manager.

Now here he was, riding in the back of a National Guard C-130. Five years later and his contacts were still good. One call and one of the two-tone gray behemoths was cranked and waiting for him at Morris Field. Some hours later the load master gave him the signal. Rusty as he was, the old training had never left him. He confirmed his readiness with a thumbs up and the sergeant punched the button, lowering the rear cargo ramp. The wind rushed in, cool at this altitude despite the summer heat below. He was ready to go. He stepped up onto the complicated looking mountain bike, clicking his feet into the pedals. A quick spin and he was headed right out the back of the plane. Just at the end of the ramp he pressed down on the suspension, then released, vaulting him into the pitch black night.

Kim's mother was busy at the kitchen table, bandaging Jimmy's head. "You know, you really should have an MRI done. I've seen what Shego can do in the past and it's not pretty."

"I think I'll be Okay, Doc. Really, as soon as my powers come back I'll heal it myself. You'll never know I was even hurt."

"Listen, I'm your doctor for the moment since you refuse to go to the emergency room…"

"Like I said, Doc, we don't really exist here. If I show up in an emergency room there's going to be a whole lot of explaining to do about our identities. From what Dona tells me, there is actually a Jimmy Argus already in this world. We don't need to complicate his life any more than possible."

"But, Jimmy…" that sounded funny to her. She once tried calling her husband that when they were younger but eventually she just called him James. She tried using his formal name, but Jimmy insisted she didn't call him that. 'Mr. Argus' simply sounded strange to him and being called 'Commander' was something he had dropped nearly a decade before. He really wanted everyone to just call him just plain Jimmy!

"…I understand that." She continued. "Well, I don't understand the parallel universe stuff but I do know that right now you don't seem to have any powers at all and you have a serious burn on your head and probably a concussion to boot. In my field I know what I'm looking at when I've got a full battery of x-rays and MRIs to go by. That, and I usually have your skull opened up."

At that moment Ron wandered into the kitchen. "Never mind me, Mrs. Dr. P. Just need a little Java." He wasn't lying. Normally Ron wouldn't touch the stuff but the hour was telling on him. He yawned mightily and his eyes were at half mast. Outside the orange glow of dawn was just creeping over the not-too-distant mountains. He reached for the coffee maker.

"Uh, son, I don't think you want to do that." Jimmy warned, wincing as Kim's mother snipped a bit of his hair away to tape the bandage down.

Ron paused, the coffee just about to pour into his mug. "Why not?"

Jimmy said, as if it explained the universe and everything. "Murky made that pot."

Ron looked at the dark brew, sloshed it around in the pot a moment and took a sniff. "It's just coffee, isn't it?"

"I'm not sure. Just have a toxic spill team ready, just in case."

"Really, Jimmy, how bad can it be?" Mrs. Dr. Possible asked.

"Okay, Ron, go ahead and try it." He turned to his caregiver. "Now him you can take to the ER!"

Ron looked in the pot again, then at the counter. There was a can of coffee out and nothing else. Sure coffee can be made too strong, but what the heck, it's nothing but the real thing. He poured enough to fill the mug halfway and took a swallow.

The shade of green he turned made Anne Possible seriously consider taking the boy straight to the hospital to have his stomach pumped!

"Glahhhh!" He stuck his tongue out and scraped it with his finger. "That guy has some mad hate for the coffee bean! How can any human do that with just water and coffee?"

About that moment Murky sauntered in, taking the pot out of Ron's hands, pouring himself the remainder of the sludge, which he gulped mightily. Ron simply turned green once again.

"So, Dr. P." Murky said, unconsciously mimicking Ron. "Is he going to live?"

"He needs to have his head examined." She repeated for the lanky man.

"Well, I've been sayin' that for years, but he won't listen to me." He replied, taking another gulp of the toxic concoction. Ron took the pot back from him and started washing it carefully in the sink.

"He won't listen to me either. In any case, whatever all of you have in mind, he's sitting this one out. He is in no condition to go on any kind of mission."

"Doc, you don't understand. That blue guy and Dona's twin have enough firepower at their disposal to level any city on this planet, at will."

"I don't care, Jimmy. Now, you say you used to command whole starships?"

"Well, actually, whole fleets of them, but yes, I've been a starship commander in the past."

"And what would happen if your chief medical officer declared you unfit?"

"Well, I'd…hey! This is different."

"Different how?"

"I'm a civilian now. You don't have regs backing you up."

"No, I don't, but if you were a leader, then you knew when it was time to delegate. Could you run that entire spaceship by yourself?"

"Nope."

"The look at that red haired girl out there in the family room. She's saved the world more times than I can count. Like her website says, she can do anything."

"No way, absolutely not, forget it." Jimmy waved his hands across each other. "We're dealing with some seriously bad people if they can bypass a security system that's almost five hundred years ahead of them. I'm not putting these kids at risk."

"Mr. A." Ron interrupted. "I know you're not from this world so I'll cut you some slack since you can't know about Kim, but she's the best at what she does. She's the bon-diggity best world saving hero we've ever known!"

"She's pretty formidable, Jimmy. She even convinced me to leave this behind." Murky patted the big PT1000 laser pistol strapped to his leg.

"Well, maybe if you had used it, maybe set on stun, you'd have been able to drop them before they got onto the Valkyrie."

"No guns." Kim said as she walked into the kitchen. Jimmy was still stuck by how much she reminded him of his oldest daughter at seventeen. Granted, Aleeta Isabel's hair was much lighter red, really strawberry blonde rather than true red, but she had much the same fire as Kim did.

"Do you have any idea what you're dealing with?" Jimmy asked her.

"I've been dealing with Drakken and Shego for a long, long time now. He's far from harmless, but we're going to stop him, not shoot him."

"If it comes down to shooting him or letting him destroy a whole city, then what?"

"I'm not even going to explore that. Listen, this is my world, my mission, my rules. 'Kay?"

"Not to mention you are under doctor's orders to stand down." Her mother added.

At that moment the Kimmunicator beeped, causing Jimmy to arch an eyebrow at the insistent tone. "What's the sitch, Wade?"

"You've got somebody approaching fast by parachute!"

"Who is it?"

"You're not going to believe this!"

Neil gripped the bars so tightly that he was sure his knuckles were turning white under the black gloves. The bike had almost been yanked out of his hands when the chute deployed but he needed to hang onto it. It was hard enough working the control lines with his shoulders but he needed the bike. He was not going to land on his left ankle!

The lights below lit the town like a black topographical map pierced with starlight. The sun was just cresting the mountain tops but the ground was still in the clutches of the night. He was able to make out individual street-lamps. There, up ahead in the distance! Dangit, now Hotel California was playing in his head! He could see his destination. With one hand he smacked the release. The chute ripped away from his pack and it was just him and the bike free falling the last several dozen feet. The bike stuck the ground on the side of a steep hill, the front and rear suspensions taking the impact, compressing right down to their stops. Disk brakes whined and ground as he scrubbed off speed. He was still traveling almost thirty miles and hour as he expertly hopped the curb at the edge of the street. He turned into a sideways slide, hoping he didn't rip the yard up too badly.

He turned toward the small group waiting for him on the porch of the modern split level home, flipping up the visor of his black downhill racing helmet.

"Badical!" The two teens there said in unison.

"Jinx, you owe me a soda!" The red-haired girl said to the blonde haired boy.

A/N - Yes, dear readers, Murky's coffee is that bad! Dona and Murky have been in a coffee war since they first met, with Jimmy caught in the middle (he's just like me, he can't stand any kind of coffee!)

A/N Revised 2-25-06